Jen's POV:
It's been three months since school started. Since the week I was kept by Ryan and his friends inside that house that gives me nightmares every night.
I had told the police everything. Everything except what happened that last night in the basement. That memory I keep locked down deep inside of me.
Ryan and all of his friends are in jail for life. When I told the police about Liam and him being in the backyard, they looked and found so many bodies of teenagers that had gone missing. I wonder what each had done to deserve such a fate. I also learned that they had searched every computer in Ryan's house, and they found on Will's that he was researching on ways to kill people without pain.
So they were planning on killing me.
At school I'm constantly reminded of how dumb I was to go in that house alone. That I should have reported the scream to the police instead of investigating for myself. I still stand by my decision, it makes me feel like I'm not a coward.
At home I'm constantly reminded that I'm loved, which sounds better than what I mentioned before, but my parents' over protection is getting to be too much.
At the therapist's office I'm forced to go to, I'm constantly reminded of what happened three months ago. As if focusing on it will help me move on. To be honest I still consider myself a strong person, and I think the therapist is only preventing me from psychologically healing from that week.
When I look at Mr. Stoppelmoor, I'm reminded of how some jerk of a physics teacher saved my life.
I'm glad Ryan and his friends are rotting away in jail, that they weren't killed. That would just make more people in this town like them, and we don't need any more than six killers.
Lastly, I take comfort in the fact that college is next year. I can move far away from this town to a place where no one knows who I am. Where no one saw my story going around on the news. Things will get better, and I'm thankful that I'm strong enough to know this.
